Original 600-word essay "At that moment, my world blossomed.

That moment, I was touched ...... Never forget, under the golden dome interwoven with dead branches and leaves, in the sluggish autumn wind and rain, under a small pink umbrella, the scene of the world's most cozy picture. At that moment, I was y moved for the first time ...... The rain keeps falling, the wind keeps blowing, look at the roadside, it is already a million lights. I was upset riding the car, while complaining about the late release, while complaining about this terrible ghost weather. As the old saying goes, "Autumn winds and rains make you sad." I hate rain, and my already almost numb mood was made even worse by it. I looked around a big car rushed past, a small pink umbrella into my eyes. What a delicate little umbrella, my heart trembled slightly. Under the umbrella, the young mother holding the umbrella handle, the long braided girl with her hand on her mother, head gently on her mother's shoulder, talking and laughing slowly walking. I couldn't help but slow down, quietly following the mother and child. A cold wind blew, I couldn't help but shiver, only to see the mother took off some rain drenched jacket to her daughter, tightly embraced her daughter, concerned about the long and short, and the beautiful little girl understood the smile. So, in the cold and slightly deserted evening, thin mother and young daughter snuggled together under the umbrella, gradually disappeared in the wind and rain in the hazy corner. At that moment, I was y touched, my heart was steeply acidic, and my eyes have long been moist. I have always thought of myself as indestructible, but in such a scene of ordinary scene also become sentimental. Seen "the story of the only daughter" people will never forget, a teenage girl in the face of the tragic reality of the early death of parents before the memories, until this moment, I really appreciate the preciousness of affection. I began to be afraid, I do not know if there is no parents what will happen to themselves, I dare not think, since childhood, they gave me how much care, and I return to them what? Always think of growing up so that parents live in luxury villas, eat sea food, wear silk, but they have time to create, parents have time to wait? "The trees want to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to raise but the parents do not wait." The saint's ancient teachings have long been memorized, but really know its meaning to do? So, that evening, I poured a cup of tea for my parents, I hugged my mother and said poutingly, "Mom, I love you!" Thank you for that evening, for me a profound political lesson; thank you for the rain, y moisturized my dry mind; thank you for that moment, put me y moved ......